"Chengling wasn't with me," he reaffirms. He expected nothing less, but it's still reassuring that Wen Kexing asks after the silly boy they're looking after. Raising. "He was following around after Cao Weining, last time I saw him." Because Wen Kexing was raising all sorts of hell, trying to make sure the day was absolutely perfect for his girl.

Zhou Zishu slides between an enterprising shadow creature and Wen Kexing, blocking the blow with his blade and grimacing when it comes down heavier than he'd expected. He twists around under the outstretched limb, kicking it away.